#tw: corpse

[jykeebil]

sorry

#saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw movies #saw #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #jykeebil art #tw: corpse #chainshipping

[gearbroth]

Haunted

#owl house #toh fanart #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #emperor belos #also just to clarify #he's had his glyphs for months/years and def before caleb's death #he's just tryin to cover them up and hide them #myart #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: eye contact #sorta kjhdfs

[bynineb]

ROTOM-FROST + COFAGRIGUS

GHOST / ICE

A POLTERGEIST INHABITS THIS COLD STORAGE UNIT THAT WAS ONCE USED TO HOUSE CORPSES. ROOMS THAT IT RESIDES IN FEEL DEATHLY COLD, REGARDLESS OF THE ACTUAL TEMPERATURE.

#pokemon #fakemon #pokemon fusion #rotom #cofagrigus #thanks thedurvin! #tw: corpse

[zimthandmade]

Hi Zimt! Since it's M2's death anniversary (sobs), I was wondering how would Matt react to Mello's death if he managed to survive?

Sure, Anon. Let's suffer together, yeah?

Matt bolts out of his car to the truck in the old church to find Mello lying limp over the steering wheel and a panicking Takada in the cargo bed begging for her life. This is the most helpless Matt has ever felt and he has a complete breakdown, dragging Mello out of the truck, rocking him, talking, mumbling, putting his vest around him and bawling his eyes out.

Mello has always been the shotcaller of the two, the main character. Matt only followed wherever Mello went. Now he‘s all alone, desperate, delusional. After sitting outside for a while, letting reality sink in, he enters the truck again, sitting opposite of Takada on the floor with Mello still in his arms as if he wanted to say “look at what you did, asshole” and silently debates on what to do. Shoot Takada? Let Takada write his name too? Call for help? Who? Halle? Near? What would Mello have done? Matt feels rage taking over while he’s overthinking, he gets hold of Takadas phone, looks up the last dialed number and calls fucking Light Yagami. And Matt dares to be as vulgar and degrading as possible.

"Takada, I told you not to-" "Listen up you little pissface. You‘re Light Yagami, aren‘t you?" Light just hears a male voice he doesn't recognise on the other end and his mind goes ???????????? Who the hell is this???? "... is this Mello?" "No, you fucking cunt. This is Matt." Let your imagination run wild on what hyper-specific slurs Matt throws at Light over the phone. He's aware that the whole task force is listening in on this call and straight up insults them as well on being an incompetent clown party, not seeing the devil right beside them. Maybe he ends the call with something like "and I hope Near busts your ass so hard you can stick your bloody notebook up your ass sideways and it falls right back out, you self-righteous motherfucker."

Sorry for being a little dramatic on this. I'll get back to drawing happier things soon 💛

#death note #fanart #mello #matt #mihael keehl #mail jeevas #kiyomi takada #headcanon #ask #my art #wammys boys #wammys house #wammy boys #wammy kids #wammy's house #tw: death #tw: corpse #mellodramattic #tw: slurs #death #corpse #slurs

[kining-the-evil]

Imagine Stu surviving and stealing billys corpse and basically rebuilding his body to bring him back to life.

#scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #stuilly #tw: corpse

[mexipoopy]

#tw: corpse #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4: story #story: envidia #damn i remember being so proud of this heh

[the-sxrens-sxng]

Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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#tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #tw: suicide #tw: knives #tw: guns #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: dead body #🎸: Kanade Otonokoji (Ultimate Guitarist) #🎤: Hibiki Otonokoji (Ultimate Vocalist) #tw: parental death #tw: child murder #tw: child endangerment #tw: child death #tw: child abuse #tw: parent death

[michellemouse]

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#tw:blood #tw blood #tw: blood #cw gore #cw: blood #cw blood #cw: gore #tw: corpse #tw corpse #cw corpse #cw: body horror #cw: death #denny mouse #wednesday infidelity #wednesday's infidelity #wednesdays infidelity #fnf wednesday's infidelity #wednesdayinfidelity #wednesday infidelity fnf

[hlcyxnfilms]

IN BLOSSOM ( 2024 ) ─ ODE TO FEAR ( DARK TRAILER )

#in blossom #userdramas #asiandramanet #cdramasource #asiandramasource #ju jingyi #liu xueyi #wu jiayi #li geyang #花间令 #鞠婧祎 #刘学义 #吴佳怡 #李歌洋 #in blossom fmv #in blossom mv #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: flashing lights #tw: needles #Youtube

[herearedragons]

The Warden's New Clothes

As the glow of the healing spell subsides and Wynne removes her hands from the injury, Kyana dares to glance at her side once again. What was a miserable sight mere moments ago is now a perfectly healthy patch of skin, no trace of the burns left on her torso or left arm.

It’s not the first time she wishes Wynne had been there when they climbed the tower of Ishal.

There is, however, a problem remaining. Where skin can be fixed, fabric not so much; the remains of her sleeve are hanging in sorry tatters and the state of the left side of her robe is definitely indecent. Adding insult to injury, the enchantment has evaporated from the garment, the fabric hanging heavier and colder than usual.

“Blast it,” Kyana murmurs - and startles, suddenly remembering that Wynne is still there. Have her manners spoiled so much that she curses at a senior enchanter without a second thought?

To her relief and wonder, Wynne does not express any disapproval, simply nodding:

“We should get you changed. Boys - “ the enchanter steps out of the corner they had retired to so that she could heal Kyana with some privacy - “One of you should go back to the mages’ quarters, see if there are any clothes intact in the wardrobes. We need a new set of robes, as close to Kyana’s size as you can get.”

It’s a strange experience, hearing Wynne give out orders to… yes, to her team; Kyana has to admit to herself that she has come to view them as such. Even Zevran, new as he is to the group. He had sworn his loyalty to her, personally; surely that counts for something?

Speaking of the assassin - it’s his voice that she hears answering Wynne.

“What about this one? There’s barely any blood on it - “

“Maker, ew. Really?”

The second voice is Alistair. At that point, Kyana decides to see what the fuss is about and joins the rest, holding the left side of her robe together with her hand.

The scene which appears before her is self-explanatory. Zevran is pointing at a corpse on the ground. Wynne and Alistair are looking upon it disapprovingly.

The body belongs to the blood mage they just fought. Her clothes are… unusual, definitely not of the Circle, and yet familiar. It takes Kyana a moment to place the image, but then she remembers: the vault. There was definitely a robe of a similar design in there, hanging in a glass case. Was it the same one, or just a similar item? Either way, if she’s right, it’s old, it’s from Tevinter, and it probably bears a powerful enchantment.

Kyana reaches for her magic, just slightly, but enough to confirm one half of her theory: the dead woman’s robe is very enchanted.

She definitely wants it now.

“Zevran is right,” she says. “We don’t have time to search the rooms. This will do.”

With that, she begins to direct her magic further. The force of telekinesis lifts the body up from the ground; Kyana lets it rotate mid-air for a few moments, getting a feel for the object she’s about to manipulate. Then, the same telekinetic force begins undoing buttons, buckles and clips, pulling elements of clothing off of the corpse. 

Part of her is glad that Wynne is watching; she’s been honing her precision telekinesis for a while. Nobody in the camp, not even Morrigan, seemed to appreciate it much - but, surely, the senior enchanter understands the work that has gone into this.

Another part of her wonders whether she’s supposed to be more hesitant to undress a dead body, but it’s not a very useful thought, and she lets it go fairly quickly.

If Kyana had to guess, she would say that the whole process takes less than two minutes; definitely less time than it would require to search the living quarters again.  

The new robe fits tighter than the Circle one, mostly due to panels of some stiff material sewn into it in several places. It's definitely more restricting, though Kyana finds that she doesn't mind that much; it feels almost like wearing armor, or, at least, what she imagines wearing armor feels like.

It is strange, though. She somehow feels more dressed than she ever was before; the Circle robes were so familiar that they were almost a part of her, but this... this is alien, a tangible barrier between her and the rest of the world.

“Well… You know, it is quite pretty,” Alistair says. “It’d be even prettier if I could unsee you taking it off of a corpse.”

“Shall I remind you where your armor came from?” Kyana asks dryly.

“That’s different! The armor’s not touching my skin. Also, I cleaned it before putting it on.”

“I also cleaned it! Who do you think I am?”

Alistair raises an eyebrow.

“Cleaned how?”

“Magic.”

“Well, I hope those spells were effective, because otherwise - that’s pretty gross.”

“If I may, Warden,” Zevran pipes up, “Please do not take this the wrong way, but… may I have your old clothes?”

Alistair gives him a look.

“Is there a right way to take this?”

There seems to be some kind of lewd joke implied - she’s been getting better at noticing those kinds of things - but presently, Kyana doesn’t have time to unpack the exact meaning of it. If Zevran wants the rags, he can have them. 

She uses a small burst of telekinetic force to pick up the robes and toss them to the assassin.

“Many thanks,” he says.

The sound of tearing fabric follows immediately after. It takes her a moment to understand what he’s doing, but when Zevran tears a narrow strip of fabric from the robe and starts wrapping it around his right hand, Kyana finally notices:

“Your gloves are ruined.”

They’re in a similar state to her old robe; the top part is almost entirely burned away. Was he the one to finish off the Rage demon? Likely so, considering the singe marks on his arms and the rest of his armor.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Zevran says. “If you see nice leather gloves on someone here, do let me know.”

He finishes securing the remains of his right glove to his hand and prepares to tear off another strip of fabric.

“…Wait.”

Kyana opens one of the pouches on her belt. There, nestled alongside a few healing potions, is a rolled-up pair of leather gloves.

“Here.” She holds them out. “I bought these a while ago, but didn’t end up wearing them that much. They’re warm, but not that good for spellcasting.”

Zevran stops mid-tear.

“You’re… giving me gloves?”

“Well, I don’t use them. Do you not want them?”

“No, no - I did not mean to sound ungrateful. I’ll take them.”

As he approaches to collect the gloves, something about them seems to catch his attention; Zevran lingers for a moment before finally taking them from her hand.

“These are Dalish, are they not?” he asks.

“Yes. I bought them from a Dalish craftsman.”

Zevran turns the gloves in his hands, runs his thumb along one of the stitches - appreciating the craftsmanship, maybe?

“No one has simply… given me a gift before,” he says finally. “I shall treasure these. Thank you.”

It didn’t occur to her to think of it as a gift, but technically, he’s correct.

It’s just as well. If they’re of a better use to Zevran than to her, he should have them.

“It’s nothing,” Kyana says. “I hope they fit.”

#dragon age #dragon age origins #warden amell #zevran arainai #wynne #alistair theirin #herearedragons writing #oc: kyana amell #me: I don't think I have the time and focus to write right now #also me: writes 1200 words about my warden getting changed #I did say the change was getting its own post #I was considering writing it as just another hc post #but there were so many little things I wanted to include that it was literally easier to write it out #sure I'll tag this as zevkya #it is the beginning. after all #oh also #tw: corpse #I did say I came up with the most Kyana way of giving him the gloves. which is on day two of knowing him. #with no context of what that means to him whatsoever #he does explain later

[mu-esli]

Five: Make yourself at home

Klaus: Humm, tiny dancer?

Five: What?

Klaus: ...

Five: Oh yeah, sorry about that, I didn't get the time to clean it up

Klaus: ... Alright, no worries. I always let my pizza boxes all around my place. I can just-

Klaus: *steps over the corpse*

Klaus: Is that a philodendron over there?!

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua incorrect quotes #incorrect tua quotes #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five and klaus #klaus and five #tw: corpse #esli blogs

[sky-neverending]

TW: mentions of death, corpses, and injury (the characters are already dead and have been for a long time), light descriptions of wounds and broke bones, and overall just heed the warning that this is basically just “what would happen if the crows all died” but from an outside perspective years later. also crooked kingdom spoilers. ok i think that’s all, it’s nothing too graphic or descriptive but i want to warn just in case

Six bodies lay in shallow graves, where the grass meets the sea. Six corpses, all decomposing into earth below them and becoming one with the land they, in varying degrees of reluctance, called home. Six piles of bones, all lined up in a row underneath the feet of whoever chose to walk over that barren wasteland.

Five of the bodies were buried at the same time.

The first, with a cane in one clutched hand and a body full of broken ribs. The other hand was stretched toward the smaller body beside him, this one with a knife under the bones where her thigh would be, and two completely shattered ankles.

The third and fourth bodies were that of two boys, barely men. Their fingers were intertwined, the bones almost melded together from years under the soil. The younger boy’s skeleton was broken into fragments at the wrists and the chest, almost as if an explosion had gone wrong and burnt through the skin. The older had a single gunshot wound to his skull.

The fifth body had no obvious sign of death except a small hole in her chest, but not one that signaled broken bones, or a gunshot, or any sort of physical trauma. It was almost as if she had been killed from the inside out, an internal force leading to the tragic passing.

The sixth body was deeper in the ground, the state of decomposition further along than the others by a year's worth of time. It too was the victim of a gunshot, the rest of the large frame untouched.

These six bodies were recorded as the following: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey, Nina Zenik, and Matthias Helvar. The first five died during their final, fatal heist. The last, a year prior.

It is said that Brekker wrote the following statement in his will, which was rewritten days before his death:

I am going to die. We all are. If you cannot bury me in gold, bury me with the rest of them. Bury me where he was taken from me. Let the tide run over my skin until I'm nothing but a shell of a man. Let them forget me.

The bottom of the note was marked with the coordinates of the graves. It is unknown how Kaz Brekker knew he was going to die, or who the ‘he’ is that he refers to.

All that is known are the rumors. The stories. The whispers of tragedy in the wind that blows in with the tide.

All that’s left is the bones.

The bones of the ones known as Crows.

#sky writes #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #nina zenik #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #the crows #tw: death #tw: injury #tw: corpse #pls read the tws #even though it’s not super descriptive #crooked kingdom #ck spoilers

[benusbanus]

Blue Baby

He is stinky

#poopy stinky #stink stink #tboi #the binding of isaac #art #tboi fanart #digital art #fanart #the binding of isaac fanart #tboi ??? #tboi blue baby #tw: corpse #benusbanus

[zimthandmade]

I'll never get tired of drawing these two.

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#tw: death #tw: guns #death note #fanart #au #headcanon #matt #mello #mihael keehl #mail jeevas #sketch #comic #tw: corpse #tw: violence #blood #croatian #mellodramattic #dn au 2.0 #my art

[immortalarizona]

#palestine #tw: corpse #tw: child corpse #can't fucking believe I had to type that but here we fucking are #superbowl

[mexipoopy]

#tw: corpse #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4: story #story: envidia #not me forgetting the order of the pictures smh...